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The Work of Hands

 1.We’ve been here twenty-six days, seven of us and the dog, and everyone needs a haircut. When we left New York for my in-laws’ farm in early March, we imagined we might be gone a week or two, and that at least in a rural area we could main [...]

Boneyard

Like heat he seeks them,
            my son, thirsting 
to learn those

he don’t know
            are his dead—
some with his name